Five on Friday #74

EINS

The mortgage lady sent me an email yesterday with an account to sign in and sign TWENTY-SEVEN documents related to mortgage stuff.  I was so overwhelmed that I (mostly) just ignored it.  I was also working and the website kept timing out and logging me out, but not the point.  That's just so many documents to sign.  I can't just check the box at the end either, I have to actually read all this crap so that way I understand what I'm signing...  Unlike that time at Verizon where I got a "free tablet" that ended up costing ME $35 to return.

I don't think I can return a house/mortgage loan like I did the "free" tablet.  Uggggh.

I seriously just want to print out all the papers and take them to the bank and tell them to hold my hand through the process.  Mostly, I don't want to sign something that says I've sold my body to a prostitution ring and not be aware of it.  Ok, maybe that's an extreme example, but you get it.

I've seen an estimated closing date of May 30, 2016 and I'm greatly displeased by this since we will be in Germany at that time and we were hoping to close by MID-May, which we were told was possible if we got everything taken care of before the end of November.  This really is going to be a massive lesson in do not listen to things anyone else says ever.

Also, if you do any rain dances in the next 6 months, let's not be friends, kthx.  Unless you're in CA, then I guess it's acceptable.  Or you should figure out a way to pump all this Charleston humidity to CA to make rain, or however it works.  I'm not a scientist.

ZWEI

Just call me Grace.

Monday at Crossfit, I accidentally did backbends/flips.  I told Crossfit Coworker about this and he showed me a video of scorpion fails (essentially when you try to do something and you land on your face), which is not what happened to me, thankfully.

Tuesday at Crossfit, I was doing handstands with my weak ass wrists and I collapsed and couldn't cartwheel out and ended up landing on my face.  #Scorpionfail  It was so bad that Teh German didn't even laugh even though he wanted to (because he could see the tears in my eyes and the look on my face) and the coaches gave me an ice pack for my forehead.

Wednesday at Crossfit, I slammed my chin with a loaded barbell.  It not only clanked my teeth pretty hard, but it also made my vision a little yellow tinged and I had to rack the bar and step away for a moment.

Thursday at Crossfit, I managed not to hurt myself at all, other than whipping myself with my jump rope.  I was impressed at my ability to break the streak, especially on a WOD as difficult as it was.

I did a Blursday WOD (aka a stupid hard workout).  Soooooo, I'm pretty much unstoppable.

DREI

We have a meeting tonight for the SwampBox competition we're volunteering for tomorrow at the Crossfit gym, then immediately after we're going to a tacky Christmas sweater party.  Before any of that, I need to acquire white elephant gifts for the party (hello lottery tickets and cheap liquor) and possibly come up with a snacky food to share, maybe.  #Bestboyfriendever almost lost some best boyfriend points when he told me about the gift thing at almost bedtime last night.  Siiiigh, I love him anyways.

Then on Saturday we will be at the gym all morning as judges for the competition.  I'm planning on going home after the competition and taking a nap.  Then in the evening is Company Holiday Party and a show after we get sloshed at the open bar.

Sunday we will not be staying in bed all morning (booo), but will get up and get going at a decent hour to get to the beach to get photos for the Christmas cards we want to send out.  He wants to have the dogs in the photos and I'm not sure he realizes what that means exactly, but it was his idea.  I'm just the photographer with a tripod and a remote.  I've tried to come up with other iconic Charleston places besides something with the Bridge in the background, but if it's not related to food, it's really not Charleston-esque, unless you count Rainbow Row, which if you've never heard anything about Charleston, none of these things matter (mostly the recipients in Germany).

He did say we weren't going to do crazy ridiculous like the 2013 photo (linked again for your viewing pleasure), but I'm hoping I can talk him into a photobooth type of selfie situation.  We'll see what I can get approved.

VIER

Sometimes I forget that A Softer World was a thing in my life every.single.day and I miss them so much.

Erin sent me this because she knows me.  Then I sent it to Allison, because I know of her love for Hello.  I believe that Allison and I could have some epic Hello sing-alongs, just saying, that'd be a Google Hangout worth signing up for.  Ya know, if we could ever arrange such a thing, we should probably sell tickets.

Me and Teh German.

If you're a Trump supporter, please just press CTRL+ALT+DEL and hit enter several times until your screen goes black (or if you're on a Mac Control+Option+Command+Eject) right now, as I'm not sure we can be friends, even if just online.  I'm sorry.  If you're a reasonable individual, check out these hilarious Trump Tweets.

Meri's rescue in Spain often posts silly videos but this one where they found out who had been sneaking past the barrier and opening the kitchen cabinets really made me laugh.  GrannyPants (the dog's name) is a Podenco (like Meri) who is over 14 years old who was caught on the streets.  Never underestimate the Podenco is the lesson to take from this video!  Galgos Del Sol does amazing work and I'm so glad I was able to get my Meri-Meri from them.

Listen to this for an eargasm:

FÜNF

10 thing that made me happy this week:

1. Teh German coming home from his business trip.
2. Getting all the current presents wrapped.
3. Cleaning
4. Buy 1, Get 1 coupons from Cold Stone that enable me to get ice cream for the rest of the month to keep at work.
5. Receiving our ratified contract from Dan Ryan (after I had to call our agent to get on their case).
6. Teh German's excitement over receiving an Advent/Christmas package with cookies from his Mom and then his subsequently humming Christmas carols for the rest of the evening.
7. Dogs in jammies.
8. The smell of the Christmas tree when I go into the living room (even if it makes me sneeze).
9. Giving nicknames to people and other people knowing and using those nicknames.
10. Having a busy weekend planned.

Precious cargo.
1 bag was for a coworker, lest you think I'm the ultimate fatty (I am).

He's got the complete creeper dog going on with his sleepy eyes rolled back in his head.

If you find a cuter dog (you won't), let me know.

Happy Friday, Gentle Readers.

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Meet the Canines!

I have to tell you something, I have two priorities in my life: food and dogs, and not always in that order.  Some of you Gentle Readers who have been around a while might already know that, but you should be be reminded because it's the truth.

I totally stole this idea from TexErin-in-Sydneyland (who had a linkup for this a while ago, but I missed the cut off date and still wanted to post this).

Have I ever mentioned that my puppers have their own blog?  Oh they do.  It's not been updated since January April because I don't sit down at my laptop at home for extended periods of time like I did before moving to SC #sorrynotsorry.  That doesn't mean that I don't still take ALL THE PHOTOS! of their cuteness as often as possible.  In fact, my entire instagram account is dedicated to Phil and Meri... ok 98% of it.

Let's meet the contestants!

As a Gentle Reader, you are aware that I name all the things.  Well, Phil and Meri both have lots of nicknames, so be prepared... PS. It was extremely difficult to limit myself to these few photos.

Philbo Baggins

Phil is a retired racing greyhound who raced as Pals Spot Light at a track in Daytona, FL.  When I adopted him in February 2012, I was going to name him Pixel, but after his foster mom called him "Pixy" it was quickly changed to the backup plan, Phil.

This photo accurately conveys our relationship.

I've learned a lot about Mr. Baggy Pants over the last few years.  He has an addiction to gluten and peanut butter and gets crazy eyes over marshmallows and getting to clean out the PB jar.  He is smarter than me.  He knows how to work my locking trash can.  He rears back like a horse when he's excited over meal times, which often ends with me yelling at him when he lands his not-light paw/claws on the very sensitive, top of my foot.  He knows when I yell to go lay down somewhere out of my vicinity.  He has breath that could peel paint.  He can set his head on short (non-counter height) tables and he is able to reach stuff on the counter without too much effort.  He has taught me that one does not question greyhound/sighthound comfort.  I am only the gateway to his REAL forever family, Teh MD Adult Roomie.  Philbo didn't actually pick ME, but Teh Bear, and then the poor dog ended up with me by default.  SUCKA.  That said, Phil LOVES men.

That evidence won't hold up in a court of doggy law, Mom.

And this, this is doggy abuse, Mom.  Seriously.

At 80 pounds, Mr. Beggins isn't a small dog.  He is big and mighty, but is afraid of slippery floors (it's a greyhound thing apparently), and because he has no shame, he wears rubber booties and bowties and is well-known for his thing with mustaches because he is a gentleman.  He didn't get on the furniture until a year after I got him, and it wasn't because he wasn't allowed, he just didn't.  Now his favorite place is his guest bed, after that is my bed, then the couch.  Phil doesn't sit, despite my best efforts, but he can lay down and stay and go to his house like a pro.  He also learned to catch treats which brings me much joy.

Philbo is ALWAYS ready to go on a ride.  It doesn't even matter where to.  Phil used to visit a nursing home in MD as a therapy dog.  A limited number of times, I've gotten Phil to roo (which is like greyhound talking) but I always have to get him started with videos of other greyhounds rooing.  He's in his element when he's with other greyhounds (greyhounds tend to be breed snobs, but I assume this is because they are around only greyhounds for the first 2ish years of their lives). 

Mr. Pants rarely plays with dog toys and anytime he does, I try not to interrupt him because it's so rare.  He doesn't understand the concept of fetch.  Watching him run at full speed is breath-taking.. and not just because you think he's going to run into you, but he's SOOO fast!  He's not ran into me once, he always dodges me at the last minute as long as I don't move.  He used to love coming up behind me and putting his nose between my legs.  Now, he comes up to me for pettins and sticks his nose between my legs from the front.  He sometimes groans when I rub his ears because he likes it so much.  Every year I spend a lot of money to get Phil's teeth cleaned because that stanky breath of his.  It doesn't help, I know this because he takes great joy in coming up to me to yawn in my face, then walks away.
 

Philbo Baggins is kinda quirky sometimes (thus his primary nickname) and I have video evidence of him backing up the stairs and backing up at random other times because that's his way of dealing with slippery floors.  This action is often accompanied by my beeping at him like when large vehicles backup.  I once spent several hundred dollars when Phil had a limp and it turns out he's just a drama queen who didn't like a specific sweater that I had bought for him.  As soon as I took it off, he stopped limping (ok and he started taking a joint supplement).

 

Phil competed in 37 races.  I looked up his stats and he won 1st place 6 times, 2nd place 4 times, 3rd place 4 times, and the remaining 23 races were 4th place and below.  I've watched videos of him racing and even when I know what happens, I'm still cheering my boy on.  The wreck he had with another dog in one video makes me cringe to even think about.  It matters not to me, Philbo is always a winner in my book.  Born October 11, 2007 (the day after Teh Sister's bday), #Philalicious is my oldest, most handsome, stinkiest breath puppy-luppy, who is my favoritest of all the puppies ever and I remind him almost every single day of these things.

Radar ears!

Dobby face

I can't take him seriously.

The most adorable begging.

Meridoc Brandybuck

After I noticed that Phil would get depressed when our foster greyhounds would get adopted, I started looking into getting a 2nd dog.  I had a very specific list of criteria that the 2nd dog had to fit: Galga (a spanish greyhound), female, smallish (under 60 pounds), black, preferably a fuzzy (shaggy hair).  I knew the next pup would also have a Lord of the Rings themed name, because by that point, Phil had morphed into Philbo Baggins.  When I saw a photo of (then) Cadbury on the FB page of a rescue group in DC, I was immediately smitten.  Within 10 minutes of it being posted, someone else had tagged me in the comments and someone else had messaged me about her.  After a very brief discussion with Teh Bear (who was living with me in MD at the time), it was decided.  MINE!

I put a deposit on her and then it was a matter of waiting for her to get a ride from Spain to the US.  2 months later, she finally came home.. only fully meeting two of my very strict criteria: she is a she and she weighed less than 50 pounds.  She is a Podenco (or Ibizan Hound depending on who you ask) from Spain (so half credit on that one),  and she's brown, not black (quarter of a point for being a dark color).  If you aren't sure what a Podenco/Ibizan Hound is, let me explain it to you: they are kangaroos that bark, essentially.

Meri-Meri has been my silly girl from day.  She always needs to be played with or loved on, always.  She tried for a while to get Phil to play with her and everyone but her knew that wasn't going to happen.  Sometimes she still tries, but rarely.  My monkey girl (from the way she climbs all over everything and everyone) is very sensitive.  If you yell at her, she pouts.  She's horrible on a leash.  She chases anything that flies through the yard.  She likes to run up and down the fence with both neighbor's dogs.  She is a digger and dug 5 holes in the yard within a week of moving to SC.  As much as I wanted it to be me, Mr. Scrooge is Meri's person.  She will curl up with him anywhere and be happy as a clam.  She uses him as her body pillow when we are on the couch and every morning she jumps up on the bed and snuggles with him before he gets up.

Meri likes going everywhere Phil goes.  She does NOT like being left at home when Phil gets to go to work with me.  Despite how unattached to Phil she seems (and vice versa) they miss each other when the other isn't around.  She would rather fetch her mousies than a ball, but sometimes she's not picky, but when she's tired she won't fetch at all.  She likes to chew on hands, but never too hard.  We play a game where I grab one of her canine teeth or her tongue and she fights to get away and when she succeeds or I let go, we start all over. She gives me crazy eyes over butt scratches and knows what "do your tricks" means if I have marshmallows (she will sit) and she's also a peanut butter addict.  I spent at least $13 a month on a 6 pound tub of peanut butter for the dogs.

#merimeriquitecontrary is my menace girl.  She's always getting into something.  She's eaten Motrin (which thankfully didn't kill her), my shoes, other prescriptions, Phil's muzzle, Mr. Scrooge's IRS refund check, my HSA pin number, my tricare documents, and she's assisted with the eating of bread and other various trash items.  When she doesn't feel good, I know immediately because she slows down.  My little kangaroo girl usually bounces or bounds across the yard at full leap/speed.  Pods are known for their jumping ability and some have been known to clear 6 foot fences, but please don't tell Meri that, mkay?  She is a social butterfly who just loves lovin and gettin her butt scratched all the day long.  I look forward to her being my old lady one day because I'm sure she's gonna be sassy and delightful.

"Hi, I love you, please let me in." -Meri

Gratuitous Doggy Porn (aka photos of Meri and Phil being adorable together)

We won most awkward first family photo for SHUG.

Their first ride together.
My Monkey-Girl was sooo little!

She still goes under Phil now that she's grown.
He tolerates her so well.

Freshly shaved Meri and Phil in his favorite place (Yurtle).

The only time they ever snuggled.
I needed to squeeze something because the cuteness was almost too much to handle.

He likes to pretend to be all macho, but he really likes his sister.

It's rare to have both of them so close to me, it must always be documented!

Or I force them to take selfies with me like every good Mom.

I love my Meri-Meri and my Philbo Baggins.  They are my whole world.

Five on Friday #30

UNO

The cuteness of these dogs is just overwhelming.  I can't even handle it.  Yes, I know they have their own blog, but sometimes I like to brag show you just how adorable they are.

DOS

I need a new pair of earbuds, but I've got an attachment to my current set because I DIY-ed them.  Not only that, but I don't want to spend the money on new ones because decent earbuds aren't $5 at the Walmart checkout.

I paid $50 for those suckers.. then again, I paid that in Australia, so they are prob only $25 earbuds in America.  #firstworldproblems fo' sho'.

TRES

I can almost guarantee there won't be a blog next Friday because I'll have a VA appointment in the morning, then I'm immediately hitting the road to drive to Leesburg, VA to meet Ms. Motivator for our half marathon!!!!!  I can't believe it's finally here. 

I'm relieved and anxious at the same time.  I'm excited to finally meet the goal I set for myself on RunKeeper and to no longer feel obligated to run 10+ miles.  I'm happiest at 4-7 miles.  (Self-reflection for a moment: WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST SAY?  I don't even know who I am anymore.)

The face that says: ugh this is going to be miserable.



QUATRO

I've been "networking" (ya know, the glorified term for having people you know talk to people they know to people they know about hiring you, aka whoring my resume out) and I've got my fingers crossed again.  I've been putting in job applications since the end of July.  I haven't gotten back rejection letters for all of them, so I consider that a good thing.  I have received a few rejections, but I expected that.  I'd really like to be employed by the end of October, but I fear I might be pushing the timeline too much since October is the beginning of the new fiscal year for the government, which is when companies get all their monies.

At what point do I just apply at Target?

CINCO

I'm pretty hyped about my spontaneous trip to SC next week for VA appointments.  It's going to be like a 2nd phase test period (yep, the world of navy acquisitions has officially permeated my life) of living together with a semi-normal schedule with Mr. Mystery.  Granted, I won't be working, but I do have appointments all the days I am there.  The only thing missing will be the pups, who are staying in MD.

I feel guilty that I'm leaving them for several reasons, I feel like I'm taking advantage of Teh MD Adult Roomie's generosity to keep them and because I'm deserting them, yet again, for travel.  Although Teh MD Adult Roomie has reassured me neither of these things are the case, I still feel that way.  She will also be watching the pups when I head up to PA at the end of the month to see The Original (Raleigh) Roomies and when I head to SC in October since Mr. Mystery and I are leaving a few days after my arrival to go on a cruise.  I will be picking them up when we get back to move them to SC officially.

She says she is going to miss them when we leave, but I think she might be relieved a little bit, at first, at least.  Then again, I miss Meri being adorable when I'm away for a day, so I get it.  I'm definitely going to miss Olive grunts and groans and snuggles and her ability to catch food being thrown at her (even if she's got her eyes closed when you toss it, she's magical).  She also does this pretty adorable sit that Phil just doesn't do, oh how I've tried.

Bonus: SEIS

Yurtle and Suzy2.5 are officially fixed!  No more tire pressure sensor light in Yurtle AND it was covered under warranty.  Suzy 2 was replaced by Suzy2.5 and she is pretty and doesn't have a cracked camera and it's like having a brand new phone all over again.  I lurve all the pretties!




Happy Friday, Gentle Readers.

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Dog, Gone, Weekend.

I'm lazy.. so I'm just going to direct you to Phil's blog where "he" put up a ridiculous amount of photos detailing the activities of this weekend.

First family photo!
PS.  please don't judge me wearing pink pants.  They were a retail therapy $10 splurge.
Also, if someone hits me while I'm running wearing them, they should be arrested for driving with impaired vision.

Sam was the object of my extremely drunken attentions.

Poor girl was probably worried her Mama was a lush.

Honestly though, it was a dog weekend.  Picked her up on Friday afternoon and came back to SoMD to sit at home and teach Mr. Scrooge about Skype while being highly intoxicated.  Saturday was a struggle, but Teh Greyhound Neighbors had us over in the afternoon for a walk and dinner and a movie and it was relaxing and fun.  Sunday was the Dog Fest and after I took both dogs into PetSmart.... and learned SO many valuable life lessons... like how my puppy needs to learn to walk on a leash and how Phil is slippery floor retarded even with his booties on and how dogs are assholes who poop and pee in the store because they can and how being a "single mom" is hard work.

I came home and did NOTHING for the rest of the evening and it was glorious.


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Single Awareness Weekend #1

Last week really felt long.  Probably due to circumstances regarding the previous weekend, but I survived.

Friday

Friday was an interesting day.  I had intended for it to be a relaxing Friday at work, but as always, everyone else always has different plans than me.  At 0600 I was at work, gettin' my work on, doin' what I do.  Right around 0800 I get a call from one of the ITs asking me if I was ready to do my EAWS board.  I said, not really but I would.  He then told me that they were planning on doing my board at 11.  I said, "11... today?"  He said, "Yep."  I asked if I had to be in my NSUs (the uniform I got my volunteer award in) and he said yes.  Great.  It was at home, not staged, not ready and I was at work, alone, doing what I do.  Fantastic.

Thanks Navy for those curve balls.  Keeps me on my toes.

After cramming in some studying for an hour and a half and ignoring all work problems that I could, I went home and changed uniforms.  When I got back to work, I still had 15 minutes till my board.  It was at that point the Navy was like, oh, you were feeling relaxed still?  Nahhhh.. Good game girl.  Here you go!  And all hell broke loose in my office and I was the only person there that could fix all the things.  Several people were in the office for different things and I was on the phone with a Chief and LCDR and finally said, "I'm sorry, but I've done all I can do for you and I have to go to my board now, it starts in 3 minutes and I'm not there yet."  I grabbed my stuff, walked out of the office, stopped, took a breath, and walked across the hangar for my board.

My board was not with the ITs like I had anticipated (I had been studying with them), it was with an LS3 and an LS2.  True to my study time with the ITs, I knew the stuff they didn't know and they knew the stuff I didn't know, which makes for a great board honestly.  I didn't do nearly as bad as I thought I would.  Although the first question they asked me I didn't know, which was definitely a blow to my confidence until I reassessed and reassured myself that there was going to be things I didn't know.  PS.  It was an acronym right off the bat and there was no acronym glossary in the entire study guide.  The one thing I'm willing to do for the EAWS program is make a stupid acronym guide for both phases because it was ridiculous how many acronyms were NOT defined!  For someone who isn't in the aviation world (ever) it was extremely difficult.

After missing lunch and switching boards (they did 2 boards at the same time.  One group administered the common core for the ITs while another group administered the platform specific for the LS's and I), we were finally done around 1400.  They called us back in a few minutes later to congratulate us on getting our wings.  I was relieved and excited and surprised.  Towards the end of the 2nd board, we were definitely struggling, part of which (I believe) might have been due to the fact that no one had eaten lunch, the board or the boardees (us)).  I think they took that into consideration, thankfully.

Hello dual quals.  PO2(IDW/AW) Teh Megan.

After disassembling my study guide and happily throwing the entire thing in the recycle bin, I changed into workout clothes and headed to the gym to burn all the calories I had eaten (ha.) and then headed to Target meet another GEGR friend who had Phil since she had taken him to donate his bloods.  After getting home and bringing in all the Christmas presents at my door and feeding Phil dinner, I called Teh FL Greyhound Wife and suggested we go get Shop Kicks since every where was 200 points for walk-ins and I suggested we eat since I hadn't done that enough for the day.

She agreed and came over and we went to Texas Roadhouse for lunch dinner.  Then we hit up all the Shop Kick stores in SoMD.  Then I had some (more) retail therapy time at Kohl's where I got some adorable striped shirts (which are apparently in now again) and a cute black dress (thank you break up diet!).  We had been out way longer than either of us had anticipated.  This had messed with my scheduled drinking plans, but it was for the best.

Saturday

I finally went through the process of opening my "Christmas" presents aka break up retail therapy presents.  I had ordered a 5.1 speaker set from Woot, a small bluetooth speaker so I could listen to music upstairs, and Cards Against Humanity.  Saturday morning after determining it was too cold for a walk with Teh Greyhound Neighbor-Wife, I finally got motivated and hooked up the speaker bar and the rear speakers and sub.  LOOOOOOOOVVVVVEEEEE IT!  I jammed all day on Saturday.  The real motivation for setting up the speakers was so that I could clean and have music playing.  I did have some technical difficulties, which was all my computer, not any of the speakers.  I worked through them, which is always frustrating but rewarding when it all finally works out.

After I got the jamz going, I was able to start the laundry, do the dishes (for the week), I dusted before I set the speakers up (since it was easier and NEEDED to be done), I finished dusting the rest of the house after the music was on, scooped poop, fixed up a new piece of cardboard to hold my ribbons/warfare pins, and I vacuumed the entire house while flitting back to the computer for "breaks" in between activities.

I'll wear the wings on top in NSUs, but I plan to keep my IDW on top for my camis (because I can and because I'm cheap).

After being productive, I had to download Grey's since abc.com now requires you to log into your cable service provider to watch this most recent episode.  Seriously?  I hate network TV taking over lives.  I hate that I can't stop watching Grey's Anatomy even more.  I really struggled through most of the episode.  After the fall cliff hanger I was really expecting more.  Then again, Shonda is focused on Scandal now (which everyone says I need to watch), so she doesn't care about her baby.  I was in complete "Meh" mode until the final 3 minutes when the episode FINALLY hit me in a good too soon way.

It was the voice over that really sucker punched me and left me bawling on my couch realizing that as hard as my decision was, I did do the best thing and even if it hurts sometimes, I made the RIGHT decision for me.

Writing about that was very hard not to include spoilers.  That means I care.

I made it my goal to not get out of my pjs on Saturday after making it halfway through the day.  I was successful.  The other big part of the day was that Sam arrived to the airport in Spain!!!  While I tried to go to bed early, chatting with Mr. Scrooge prevented that successful endeavor.

Sunday

I woke up and checked my phone to learn that Sam had arrived in FL via photos!  One of the best wake ups in a while.  I got ready and got to church and had a surprise, I didn't have to sit in the booth!  It was another cosmically good day.  I got to worship my heart out and then afterwards I went to brunch with Teh Singing Podcaster and Teh Singing Cat Lady.  We saw the most adorable puppy while we were waiting for our table.  We finally got our table and bellies were satisfied.

While I had been at lunch, Teh Coast Guardian had called me and asked if Phil and I were interested in going on a walk at St. Mary's City River State Park.  We definitely were since I hadn't worked out since Friday.  When I got home I got ready and packed up Phil in Yurtle to meet Teh Coast Guardian and Teh Humanitarian.  We walked and chatted about life and orders and Alaska and boys and Phil and Sam and moving and life.  We felt the temperature drop 10° during our hour trek.  After the walk, I took Phil home and made a poor life decision: to go to Walmart on the night before a snow storm was supposed to roll in to pick up some items I couldn't get at Target and I needed milk (because I was out, not because OMGSNOW).  /facepalm.  I tried to have the same mindset as I always do at Walmart, just be patient, you're not in a hurry, you have no where to be other than on the couch...  It was mostly successful.

When I came home, it was chillax evening with Philbo while oooh-ing and aaawwww-ing over Sam pics.

Loooooove her!

I was successful at going to bed early on Sunday night, even though I really didn't need to.  I had gotten the message that VX1 was closed on Monday due to the storm that was coming in... unless there was nothing on the ground when it was time to go to work...

Monday

I woke up around 0450 without an alarm, which is disappointing but worked out.  I checked my weather app and knew that there was nothing on the ground before I even bothered getting out of the bed.  But I had been told that VX1 was closed, so I didn't really make any real attempts to get up and get ready.  I did chat with Mr. Scrooge for a short bit, checked the FBs from my phone and saw that the VX1 facebook status had been updated to say that we were closed, closed for today.  I no longer felt any guilt about still being in bed.  I finally fell back asleep for a little bit, enjoying it because as soon as Sam gets here, that might not be a possibility.

I eventually got up and considered making my goal to stay in my PJs all day again.. but then Teh Greyhound Neighbor-Wife messaged me and invited me to go sledding... and who turns down sledding?  Not this girl!  I guess it worked out that I didn't get my TA letter to AMU so they wouldn't let me sign into my class this morning, even though today was the first day the class opened and I already gave them the remaining monies that the Navy doesn't pay..  I'm not even complaining.  Sledding standing in the cold was way more fun than forum assignments and readings anyways.

I made it the furthest!

Chris tried to beat me.. he failed.

All bundled up!

WIPEOUT!  This photo totally makes me giggle.

Hanging out in the snow.

There were more photos of Sam:

After sledding, I snuggled up with a blankie, hot chocolate, and my computer for the rest of the day trying to get warm again.  I even put my socks in the dryer so they would help thaw my toes.  The worst part of the day was letting Phil out and he decided to zoomie in the snow and I wasn't able to get it on video!  It was super unexpected because he rarely zoomies ever.  I guess there was enough snow to make him want to frolic.  I had taken him out to run around a bit in the main courtyard area of the neighborhood, but he has to stay on a leash and can only go as fast as me (short distances he much faster than me, imagine that).


So to recap that was: lazy, dogs, snow, surprise 3 day weekend!

Linking up with these ladies: